Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Flipper,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.